Rue Kendra Poems

It's passed, gone
What once was, its lost
You can chase, stab at it-
In the end you can beg.
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And I wonder again
Will I lose you if I speak
Your more than a friend
But are we strong? Are we weak?
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The war is in my mind.
The wounds are on my body.
I've always drawn in lines,
Cause you can trust those lines
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That hurt.
That hurt to.
Again, that hurt.
Please stop, that hurt.
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Silent.
Grey and pinkish.
I take a deep breath in of half of an unlit cigarette,
Placing the blade to me soft tan skin
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You live, you hope, you try to fight
Your monsters, your demons, your weakness,
For freedom.
Your bones break, you start to decay,
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Always have I walked alone
Everyone's farther away
Even so, I kept walking.
That was my strength.
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